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I’m split in two
by the desire to
sit and meditate
and travel madly
to new landscapes
travel nonetheless
new either way
yet the excitement
of moving on the territory
yet the serenity
of exploring the nearby
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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the life of a poet
is that of cultivating
yourself so that poetry
may choose to visit you
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This poem is part of the new volume “California Notebooks 03” soon to be published.
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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A very brief video of a poem read in the Coachella Valley, California.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
Happy News! California Notebooks vol.02 is now available on Amazon in the e-book vrs. “The poetic desert trip continues toward unusual places and new destinations… Poetry is the magic bus that takes us to beauty, to the invisible geography of the spirit.” The volume is compiled of 100 poems in bilingual format (EN/ITA). Cost $ 8.99
Buone Nuove! Il secondo volume dei California Notebooks (Quaderni Californiani) è ora disponibile nel formato e-book. “Continua il viaggio poetico verso luoghi inusuali e nuove tappe… La poesia è l’omnibus che ci porta alla bellezza, all’invisibile, una geografia dello spirito.” Il volume comprende 100 poesie in formato bilingue (ING/ITA) e costa 5.99 euro.
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Have a nice weekend! Che sia un buon fine settimana! Anna
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some dreams are infinite it takes
but a few words to evoke those
emotions are a whole sea of waves
useless to separate them to make
some sense just a few words
can take you to sea free the page
among waves and winds
keep poetry minimal
so the reader can fly
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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some people sit and read
the program but do not pay
attention to the music or the tempo
they do not single out instruments
they need punctuation in poetry
prose in the shape of a column
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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A short video (1’02”) of a poem read at the Festival of Literature of Arcore while I was presenting my book “Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere”. The book is in Italian only and can be found on Amazon.
Ecco un breve video (1’02”) di una poesia estrapolato dalla presentazione del libro “Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere” al Festival della Letteratura di Arcore il 17 Aprile 2016.
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Il libro, scritto solo in italiano, è in vendita nelle migliori librerie come online. E’ stato pubblicato nel 2013.
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Here is the video of me reading an unpublished poem I dedicated to “The Human Mandala”, that took place on June 26th 2016, during the Picnic Reale in Monza Park, Italy, where I did a presentation of my book CALIFORNIA NOTEBOOKS hosted by Virginia e Co. bookstore. You can read the translated text below.
Ecco il video della lettura di un mio testo inedito che ho dedicato allo “Human Mandala”, condotto da Paola Campese, durante il Picnic Reale a Monza il 26 giugno 2016. La libreria Virginia e Co. di Monza ha organizzato una presentazione del mio libro “California Notebooks”, al termine della quale ho letto l’inedito che qui vi presento.
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la mia figura
si illumina di poesia
è un altro tipo di sorriso
una formula elementare
di essere nell’uno
universale
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my figure is lit by
poetry from within it’s
a different kind
of smile an elementary
formula to be
in the universal one
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I didn’t dislike
school most days
yet I was anxious
each day to go home
and have lunch while
reading – to then take a small
break after the meal under
the sun on the balcony –
reading again underlining
my dreams to come
adding notes to my
future days
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she had wished she could go back to the places
where she spent the night while dreaming.
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she got up to drink lots of water and opened the curtains.
later she was sitting outdoors
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writing, after she had read from her fourth book
that morning, that’s what she considers a lucky day.
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enough peace and time to sip nectar
from the books lined up for her.
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she was staring at her left thumb nail.
a bit uneven as always. wondering how
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and passing her middle finger back and forth on it.
lots of ideas to put down on paper.
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she sniffed the air and opened a bit her mouth
while curling up the tip of the nose
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to trap the scents in.
she had learned that from cats.
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her friend was laying on his side
relaxing in the sun slightly breathing.
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crises passed now. he really didn’t like her
gardening attempt and her watering all around.
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it looked as total relaxation. yet both had attentive
ears to the sounds around. nature yes
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and someone adding sounds of car doors
slammed back and forth and motors.
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starting to pull them away. to their own homes
after they had bought some groceries nearby.
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she glanced at her nail once again. worried.
if she’d got up again she may lose concentration.
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he could have gotten nervous by her restlessness
in spite of the beautiful day. humans.
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he may lose his patience. as if
reading her mind he got up
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to lay a bit further away to leave
her space. or to spy her better
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from under his lowered eyelids.
she was very good at making
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excuses to herself quite often.
her full potential scared her.
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so she used to heed to emotions.
to create pitfalls. that’s it.
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she started her first line. this time
inspiring the lemons’ scents in.
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lulled by the birds singing through the air.
no one needed to read it anyway.
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later she would go wash her car with her own
hands and file straight that nail.
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This piece, originally published in 2013 under the name of “Ray’s Day”, was dedicated to Raymond Carver.
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I notice the silence
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
where it was letting
my head down as
beheaded falling
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I wish to express my up most gratitude to all of you for the appreciation shown in 2014 and to wish to each one of you to grasp the best of today, and tomorrow, when it comes, I’ll do the same. This is how I’ve learned to wish you a Happy 2015. Life is one step at a time, day by day we ought to count our blessings. Today I’ve you, thank you.
Hoping to have you here in the days to come.
Below is a collection of the poems you liked the most this past year. I though you may like to read them again, when you got the time, or to notice one you may have missed. Enjoy them!
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compare love
to water
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in its many manifesting
ways
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solid and fluid
misty and evaporating
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going up and coming down
never ceasing existing
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always present
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one form or
another
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/29/california-notebooks-2014/
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wishing for one more
soundless day
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swimming quietly
at the bottom of
a sea of written words
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– squealing and chirping
if any outside
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the time held
between night
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and day between
sleep and awakening
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/california-notebooks-2014-3/
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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
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habits are formed good ones
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I’ve learned in between
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steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossoms
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in presence
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/22/california-notebooks-2014-5/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/california-notebooks-2014-4/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/california-notebooks-january-2014-6/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/california-notebooks/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/09/california-notebooks-january-2014-9/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/california-notebooks-2014-7/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/california-notebooks-2014-9/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/05/19/california-notebooks-2014-10/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/california-notebooks-2014-2/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/california-notebooks-2014-6/
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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/california-notebooks-january-2014-10/
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when I thought
I could not discern
or love life
lost in fog right
and left I discover
only later I was
riding a beautiful
cloud from within
going places
unseen directed by
a master pilot an active
radar inside me
at constant war
lighting thunder
and bolts with mind
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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
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